Ellis Meadows wished to know how he could help the Domain? Well. That sounded like a great reason to meet an eager newcomer.
Lina Moretti's office was strange. Two walls were covered in blackboards, one of which involved notes about a corporation known as Echelon, and one of which was marked up in shorthand about a criminal enterprise related to Hunters. The rest were covered in shorthands that would take time to decipher, but recent dates were on it. An astute individual might realize that these too were notes about investigations - just notes for Lina, as opposed to notes for public consumption. She had a rolling whiteboard stand that she could move a board onto tucked neatly into a corner by a filing cabinet and a simple oak desk with a computer on it. Wires were neatly tucked, a black clip keeping them all together so they weren't in the way. It was Work Lina, personified.
All that - next to the other half of the office, which was obviously a space for hosting in a more relaxed way. Detective movie posters from the noir era were on the wall. There was a worn black leatherette couch, a side table, and a foosball table. Still tidy, but it was definitely not the same as the other half.
The Sheriff was transferring key details from a whiteboard marked HUNTERS to a whiteboard marked ECHELON, her small, athletic frame moving from one to the next. The Sheriff wore black jeans and a white tank-top. She had a nasty-looking knife hanging on her belt in a sheath, and runners on. Paramore was quietly playing from her computer and the door was open.
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